Gram Motherem: how early are our earliest memories?

“I’ve made up a new game to play,” I told Peter Abson in the school playground. “It’s called Gram Motherem.”

It was a bit like tig. If you were ‘it’ you had to chase others and
catch them. When you caught someone you hugged them tight and rubbed the
front of your body firmly up and down against them while repeating the
words “Gram Motherem, Gram Motherem” over and over again. I showed him
but he didn’t seem too keen on the idea. Wendy Godley wouldn’t let me
show her at all. In fact, she hardly ever spoke to me again after I
tried.

I tell you this at risk of being branded some kind of rampant six
year-old pervert because I believe it tells us something about our
earliest memories.

4 comments:

I am in awe of your memory Tasker. Many wonderful details. I used to try to play Gram Motherem at discos when I was at university but women students usually objected to the rubbing up and down when I grabbed them. Spoilsports!

I can't quite get back that far, but nearly. Yet some people I've talked to say they can't remember much at all until well into their school years. I like to think having a good memory is a sign of intelligence.

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This memoir is based on people, places, things and events I knew, with some names and details altered to avoid difficulties. I grew up in Yorkshire and worked in Leeds before going to university late, and then lived in various places around the U.K. before moving back to Yorkshire where I now live with my wife and family. I have worked in accountancy, computing and higher education, as well as in temporary jobs in factories. I tend to post two or three times each month.